Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.